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First time asking! I just want to say I really love the way you draw Meta and Kirbo, I just love seeing your doodles. If you want, can you write some Magolor fluff?
Aaahh, thank you so much, anon! Glad to hear you like my random high school doodles :)
And it would be my pleasure to write Magolor fluff for you! Magolor is someone who Iâve touched down on a little, so hopefully I can get the hang of his personality! Just in case it gets too long, Iâll put a keep reading. Enjoy, and thank you!
âI knew we never shouldâve trusted Susie,â Marx grumbled, his hat and scarf whipping wildly in the freezing wind as he rolled on his ball. âA few words and this is where we are.â
âSh-shut up for a m-moment, would you, Marx? If S-Susieâs lying, th-then we c-can beat her up after we get b-back, but right n-now, I need that g-gear from the remains of Star D-Dream,â Magolor retorted, surveying the white landscape. âThe Lor needs Ancient tech i-if I want t-to get it up and f-flying again.â
The jester looked the mage over, not surprised to see that he was shivering. âMags, if you die out here, I wonât ever forgive you~â
âI s-said sh-shut up, M-Marx...â
âAlright, alright, just teasing, Mags! But really though, Iâm serious-â
âTh-thatâs a h-horrif-fying th-thought...â
âReally, Magolor! No joke, youâre going to die if we donât take shelter soon! This storm is much worse than we need to be in! Screw Susie, our lives are on the line here!â
Magolor drifted closer to Marx, suddenly picking him up. âI-I suppose y-youâre right-â
âSweet Nova, Mags, youâre like a block of ice! We really need to get out of here!â The jester leapt out of the egg mageâs grip, snatched the mageâs hood in his teeth, and took flight.Â
âM-m-marx, w-where are we g-going...â Marx didnât answer, since his mouth was full, and instead tossed Magolor into a tree cleft that sheltered them from most of the wind. He landed and hopped into the cleft with his friend, humming approvingly at the dry leaves that covered the ground.Â
The jester scooted closer to the mage, making sure to exude as much heat as possible. âNot as good as a hotel bed, but maybe we should share some body heat, Mags?â
âA-all you n-needed to d-do was a-ask to c-cuddle, you k-know...â Magolorâs eyes drifted shut and his hands fell limp- something that didnât pass by Marx.
âMags? Mags. Magolor. Wake the hell up, you stupid egg! You have fire magic, dumbass!â
The mage grunted, opening one eye halfway before sitting up. âI d-do! M-Marx, y-you f-fucking genius...â Marx kicked some of the dry leaves away so the whole tree wouldnât light on fire, and one magical fire orb later, there was a warm fire in the middle.Â
âShould we still...â Marx gazed at Magolor with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
âCuddle? Yeah, sure.â Magolor hugged the jester close to his body, and the jester pressed a kiss to the mageâs face.
Minutes of silence later, Magolor felt really sleepy, but he felt the need to tell his companion something. âHey, Marx..?â
Marx was just as tired as he was, if not more. âYeah, Mags?â
âI think... you were right for once. Screw Susie and Iloveyousomuch-â
âWhat was the last part? And screw Susie...â
âIloveyousomuchpleasebemyboyfriend.â
âOk, ok, whatever, love you too, you stupid egg...â
